A song to challenge not only I. D. but the core value as well - We believe doing good deeds should be done for the sake of the deed, not because some big invisible guy is watching. Posted with permission - Enjoy!

Ran ‘cross Jesus Christ today, glancing through a windowpaneHe was nursing a cup of coffee at Jack’s on Third and Main The fogged up diner window was all there was to keep the cold awayI sat down at his table, I could tell he had some things to say

I said “I thought you rose to something better when they nailed you to that pine”He said “Ah that’s just a little parlor trick to keep the flock in lineBut I thought I’d better try again, this world’s way out of whackAnd there’s a bunch of people speaking for me that are really off the track”

“’Cause heaven’s not the great beyond, you can be there every dayCould be talking to some stranger in some coffee shop café And Hell is not some place below, it’s more a state of mindIt’s a sad or lost or wasted day or a friend you’ve left behindIt’s a sad or lost or wasted day or a friend you’ve left behind”

“You know those 1-800 righteous folks who declared themselves a saint, Well if somebody tells you how smart they are, it’s a sure sign that they ain’tThey’ll claim a hot line straight to glory land to the Lord and all His menBut when they go pounding on the pearly gates, well they ain’t getting in”

“But you know religion it’s a perfect game, like rollin’ out all sevens People trade their Sunday money to buy their piece of heavenPromise people eternity, who knows if you’ve liedNo one’s gonna sue you when they’re gone, if there is no other side”

’Cause heaven’s not the great beyond, you can be there every dayCould be talking to a stranger in some coffee shop café And Hell is not some place below, it’s more a state of mindIt’s a sad or lost or wasted day or a friend you’ve left behindIt’s a sad or lost or wasted day or a friend you’ve left behind”

I left a five there on the table, paying for his brewWell he’d for me all those years ago, it was the least that I could doSon of God or just some homeless guy? Well, I guess I’ll never know. He just crunched on down that boulevard into the drifting snow

“Hey, Man, what’s the secret” I yelled as he faded from my viewHe said,“treat a stranger like a friend, my friend, just do what you can do. And live your life full every day, and one more thing before I flyIf you want to get to heaven, don’t wait until you die”

Cause heaven’s not the great beyond, you can be there every dayCould be talking to a stranger in some coffee shop café And Hell is not some place below, it’s more a state of mindIt’s a sad or lost or wasted day or a friend you’ve left behindIt’s a sad or lost or wasted day or a friend you’ve left behind

If I have learnt anything, it is that life forms no logical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return?Margot Fonteyn